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This is a thunderbolt. They all start guiltily, and regard Mona with wonder. What is she going to say next? Mona, horror-stricken, goes quickly over to her, and touches her lightly on the shoulder. "Yes, very beautiful," he answers, thinking of the stately oaks and aged elms and branching beeches that go so far to make up the glory of the ivied Towers..
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"You may," says Mona, bracing herself for the ordeal. "I dare say," she says, carelessly, purposely mistaking his meaning: "it must have been cold lying there." "We all have regrets at times, dear boy, the very best of us," says the little doctor, blowing his nose: "who among us is faultless? And really the circumstances were very trying for you,—very—eh? Yes, of course one understands, you know; but death heals all divisions, and he is hurrying to his last account, poor lad, all too soon." It is the 14th of December, and "bitter chill." Upon all the lawns and walks at the Towers, "Nature, the vicar of the almightie Lord," has laid its white winding-sheet. In the long avenue the gaunt and barren branches of the stately elms are bowed down with the weight of the snow, that fell softly but heavily all last night, creeping upon the sleeping world with such swift and noiseless wings that it recked not of its visit till the chill beams of a wintry sun betrayed it..
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